Inspirational

OUT TO PASTOR: And then, there was broccoli

Sometimes, bad days are a blessing in disguise, but you don’t know it at the time.I have learned that whenever I have a bad day, it is not a time to get discouraged or sad. A bad day is often a door that opens up something I never expected.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: This life story begins in 1973 (kind of) – part 41

Mama was awake when Corrina and I walked in. When I rushed home from work earlier that evening and showered to get ready to go to Corrina’s, I had walked into Mama’s room before leaving to tell her that I was going to bring somebody to meet her after church.

OUT TO PASTOR: It was a fool’s game – and I lost

When it comes to games, I am not a good player. I lose more times than I win, and I can’t remember the last time I won.My paternal grandfather’s favorite holiday of the year was April Fools’ Day. He often would spend the whole year developing a prank for family and friends.

OUT TO PASTOR: Second thoughts can be dangerous to my health

Many things in life can be rather dangerous.For me, the most dangerous things in my life are thoughts.I thought about this one day, and by the end of the day, I was in deep trouble. Thoughts have a way of doing that with me.My New Year’s resolution one year was to have one thought per day.

FRONT-PORCH GOSPEL: Life’s debacle on hardwood

Welcome to this week’s ‘Front Porch Gospel,” all.And welcome to March Madness, too.We will take a break at Part 39 from our “Life Starts in 1973” chronicle. Then, in another sense, it is not a break at all. Read on. You’ll see.

OUT TO PASTOR: Don’t knock on the door if you like breathing

Lately, there’s been a lot of activity at our front door.I’m unsure if this is a new phenomenon or I’m just starting to catch up on the culture.That’s not to diminish the activity at the back porch door.That activity has to do with a variety of critters in the neighborhood.

OUT TO PASTOR: Touch my coffee and you die

Recently, illegitimate aliens of the worst kind have invaded our house.It came to a head just the other day when we were sitting down to lunch, and The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage had a lovely bowl of tomato soup.As I was eating my lunch, I glanced over at her bowl of tomato soup.